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Game Plan

Nor'easter rough cut blowing;
flaps like a sail against my ear
as I lean out, hoping the torrid trees
will help me out of this white walled,
squared up room.

You can bet on the market, on horses,
on the roll of dice
but my money's on tomorrow:
dawn's dark colours, the ritual of coffee,
the radio with its familiar concerns.

The news takes its place.
The crescendo, as my Mac opens,
seems metallic, cold;
email, Facebook, Twitter,
the scrolling hunt begins.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Sydney, New South Wales, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Dylan Thomas, T.S Eliot, Stevie Smith, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Marvell, Herbert, Gerald Manley Hopkins, Rilke, Holderlin, Baudelaire, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Valery, Gregory Corso, Alan Ginsberg, Phillip Larkin, Elizabeth Bishop, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats, Yeats, Ferlinghetti, Tony Hoagland, Ezra Pound, Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Browning, Petra Whiteley, Blake, Thomas Hardy, Syvia Plath, Pablo Naruda, Lorca, Cole Porter, A.E Cummings, Walt whitman, Tennyson, Shelley, Byron, Coleridge, Les Murray, Gig Ryan, Edward Dorn, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Seamus Heaney.

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Comments

Ross Hamilton Hill

Ross Hamilton Hill

12 years 7 months ago

well maybe

but I've always felt finding love can't be stage managed, it just happens. I met my last great love in church!!!

brittle light

brittle light

12 years 7 months ago

slices of life, authentic and

slices of life, authentic and rich in mudane behaviors, yet so interesting when glanced through a film, book, or poem. I once heard of a french writer (his name eludes me at the moment) who wrote 50 pages on turning over in bed! (I hope, for any readers sake, he was as good as they say)

I liked this poem, maybe won't win any prizes, but I like things that strike strike my fancy. This did in a casual way. maybe that 's what I like sometimes... casual... with a calm sigh.

later,

Ross Hamilton Hill

Ross Hamilton Hill

12 years 7 months ago

Hi Al

there's a japanese book devoted entirely to: how to eat a bowl noodles.
glad you liked this,

Seren

Seren

12 years 7 months ago

Ross

I cant find the word that describes this poem best, this is really very good

I will come back to this, as its piqued my mind, I am getting tired tonight first night back after a month away I think I over did it smile

its good to read you again I will read this one in the morning, and the word that is elusively just out of my reach may just present itself

thanks for posting this one

love JC xxx